Friday night was amazing. Aside from a questionable ending, which has now been resolved on both fronts, the night was probably one of the best birthday events I have ever had. At first I wasn't sure how the evening would go, because we went to Sandy's first, which is definitely my favorite bar in Lincoln (although Woody's, Duffy's, and The Spigot are all near and dear to my heart). We were at Sandy's the entire evening because people just kept showing up, and it was a blast. I never had fewer than three drinks in front of me at a time, also adding to the fun. Initially we got there and there was actually a line to get into Sandy's something I have never seen in my two years of bar-hopping. Every where else was DEAD, but no, Sandy's had to have a line. By the time Drake, Teetz, Britt, Jason, Melissa, Adam (Sinley, not Dack), and I got inside, Bailie, Silas, and Mike already had a booth. We pulled up as many chairs as we could fine, squished six people in the booth, then watched for the one to open up behind us - thank goodness it did. Poor Kayleen, she had to wait outside for ten minutes because it was a one-in, one-out situation! That has never happened at Sandy's in the last two years, I swear. But she, JohnRoss, Susan, Amanda, Ben, Ashley, and all sorts of people came and went, and I got to see April for the first time in ages. Random other people we knew were also at the bar, so that was a lot of fun too. I posted all the pictures on Facebook for you to see, if you have access. I blocked the albums so they are only visible to friends, because I don't want nasty Tundras looking at them and marring them. It was just a great night, I wasn't so bombed that I puked (good thing too - I have never ever gotten sick on any of my birthdays), and also, I got to lick one of Teetz's calves. Most of you probably already know that story, but I will tell it again. The long in the short of it: I was all sad and mopey and crying all the time for days on end right after Adam and I broke up (the first time). Teetz was good at handling emotion initially, but after about three days he didn't know what to do with me anymore, so he told me for my next birthday (that would have been my 22nd) that I could lick one of his wonderfully muscular and amazing calves. Well, that birthday came and went and he totally backed out on me. I swore one day I would get him, and finally on his 21st birthday (last June) I got to lick both of them. Well, lucky me, I got to again on Friday, just one though. I know most of you are probably thinking "Eww", but trust me on this. Take one look at those calves and you'll want to lick them too. We used to play tennis and I told him to put his calves away (meaning wear pants instead of shorts) so I wouldn't get distracted and he said the only way he'd do that was if I put my ass away. Well, pants or shorts, this ass isn't going anywhere, so we were at a stalemate. Then I started hitting the tennis balls over the fence on purpose just to get back at him, so we all won in the end. Kind of.
Anyway, I am off to shower and clean up my room, I just got done with work and then I will hopefully spend a little quiet time with Drake once he is done with rounds. We might have to watch Wedding Crashers again, who knows.
Days til my birthday: ONE!!!!!!
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OK, you and I need to talk about this questionable ending because I don't know what you're talking about? Maybe because I was drunk?
Honey, you were way drunk. And no, the problem was kind of between me and Drake, and then me and Britt. Both were solved and all is well. I love you.
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